Keenan
The soft click of his bedroom door closing woke Keenan up from his sleep. He opened one eye and felt the bed. Even though it had been empty, Ryleigh’s spot felt still warm. It must have been her sneaking out of his bedroom.
With his head back on his pillow, he thought back to last night. The way she initiated the whole thing. He’d never been with a woman who took control like that.
With Evangeline, his high school sweetheart where he’d been with for over eight years, things had been very different. Evangeline hardly took any initiative, but he never minded. He always thought he liked to be the one in control.
Sure, their lovemaking had been passionate. But Evangeline would have never walked up to him, spread his knees and lowered herself between his legs to go to town. His dick twitched at the memory of Ryleigh looking up from her kneeling position as she slipped him in between her luscious lips.
It was probably a good thing she’d fled from his bedroom because if she’d been within hand reach, he would start round three. And with Tommy across the hall, waking up at any moment, that would have been a bad idea.
Keenan let himself fall back on to the bed and rubbed his face to wake up. Tommy clambered onto the empty side of the bed and started his futile pushing of him out of the bed.
“Dad, come on!” Tommy whined.
“You promised to wake me. I wanted to make Ryleigh breakfast. But she’s already in the kitchen.”
After a few minutes of pleading from Tommy, who moved to trying to tickle him out of bed, Keenan turned the tables on him and attacked his son’s sides with his fingers.
“Stoh-pp,” Tommy shrieked before he busted out in a fit of giggles. “I’m going to pee!”
“Oh, no, buddy. You’re not using my own lines against me. It’s payback time.” Keenan laughed along with his son and almost missed the knock on the wide-open door.
“Hi, guys.”
Keenan immediately stopped tickling Tommy when he admired Ryleigh in the doorway. She took his breath away with her mussed up hair and long porcelain legs. At least she’d put on a robe this morning. Not that the flimsy silky material really covered her up more since it stopped just over those too damn short pajama shorts.
“Come help me, Ryleigh, Dad needs to be taught a lesson!”
Heat traveled up Keenan’s cheeks at the thought of Ryleigh putting her hands on him again. Luckily, his beard masked most of his embarrassment.
After clearing his throat real quick, he said, “Let’s get out of bed, buddy. I’m already running late as it is.”
“Breakfast is ready for you boys. I’ll meet you downstairs.” With a bright smile and a lingering contemplation on Keenan holding Tommy in his arms, she turned around and retreated from the bedroom.
Tommy jumped off the bed and raced out of the room. Keenan heard Tommy’s excited voice carry down the hall, “I’ll race you downstairs!” A squeal from Ryleigh, and a thundering of two sets of feet down the stairs, drew a chuckle from Keenan.
Ryleigh’s presence in the home brought something he’d missed. Her calling him and his son, ‘boys’ came with a familiarity he craved. A sense of belonging.
Keenan reached for his phone next to his bed and shot a text to his brother.
KEENAN: Hey, I’m running an hour late. Sorry. I’ll stay late so you can go home early today.
AIDEN: WTF? You’re never late.
AIDEN: Did your nanny keep you up all night? ;-)
KEENAN: Fuck off.
Keenan accepted the incoming call from his brother with a sigh. “What?”
“Fuck staying late today. Why don’t you take the day off for once? After we’ve taken over the company from Dad there will be enough time for us to work our ass off.”
Keenan brought a hand through his tousled raven hair and thought about their latest project, a high scale home improvement and said, “Nah, I need to—”
“I’ve already informed the crew. You’re not coming in today, and that’s an order,” Aiden said and hung up the phone.
With astonishment, Keenan observed his stupid grin in the floor-length mirror door of his bedroom closet. Who was this happy guy sitting in the middle of his rumpled bed? He just let his brother strong-arm him in taking a day off. Okay, maybe he hadn’t really protested.